TripAdvisor Reviews Les Borjs de la Kasbah Marrakech

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... a long black (Americano). Instead we got a shot of espresso and a sealed cup of water. We drank it and were slowly joined by a ton of bees. We started walking to the beach when we decided instead to go to the Chellah because we prefer sightseeing in the morning. It ended up being 5 miles because we walked around the city. It was a beautiful walk and we got to see the embassies. The Chellah was super cool even though ...

... sitting. He double checked again, making sure he understood what I wanted: tea in the teapot, ice in the glasses. Oui. I really think he had no idea what we were doing.

Once the black tea had steeped, I slowly poured it over the ice. Voila! Iced tea. So happy. Of course, we only had enough ice for one glass, but by the time we drank that, the rest of the tea in the pot had cooled down considerably (and so had we), so it all worked out very well. The salads were amazing too.

... only just started to fall apart. So, I'll use this exchange as my explanation of what happened while I was in Marrakech. After two solid days of scouting bags and districts for the type of leather and style we liked, Andrew and I both had a pretty good idea of what we were going to get. While he went looking at jackets, I found the bag I had been dreaming of in the store adjacent to his. So, with a thorough explanation from the shop keep attesting to ...

... which date from the same era as the nearby Badii Palace, and are enclosed in an ancient walled garden that was hidden from public view until the French stumbled on it in the 1920s. There are three ornate pavilions at Saadian Tombs, one containing the graves of 18th-century Alaouite princes, one notable for its portal in Andalucian style, and one – known as the Hall of Twelve Columns – containing the tomb of Sultan Ahmed ...

... and I don't understand a word but that's okay. A lot of the songs become interactive, pick the next person for the middle type games and I watch as the dullness of the walls and the dirt on the floor and the concerning splats on the ceiling are replaced with great, bouncing energy and the room lights up in a horrible cliché which I feel compelled to use because it's actually quite accurate.